Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Madagascar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joe Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.